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Nov 2013 · 2.7k
A letter of gratitude
Sad Girl Nov 2013
Wasting my love was only half of the fun,

but to waste it on you made me a fortunate one.

You taught me that love was never enough,

you taught me to lie and how to be tough.

You taught me that *** is better when it's rough,

because then when you hurt me it's mutual gruff.

When I lay my head on my pillow at night,

I remember how weak I was during our fights.

Because you never loved me and you never cared;

though if I knew this then, my skin might be bare.

After hurting myself, whilst you hurt me too,

I remember today - I am strong - so thank you.

                                                           ­    k.d.
Nov 2013 · 2.8k
Molded by mankind.
Sad Girl Nov 2013
The problem does not lie within the fact that I do bad things. The issue is that nobody wants to be bad alone. If nobody is willing to be bad with you, it is no longer fun. It becomes sad, you become self loathing and empty. You realize the pain that you have the potential to cause and you understand that you are only hurting yourself. You bottle it up and store it in the back of your head forever, but every time you look at the person - or even yourself - the thought lingers… ‘they didn't want to be bad with you, you have corrupted them’. You feel pathetic and you slip back into your old depression. You are numb again. You waste your life sleeping until they send you away. Always hospitalized and treated, sent back into the world. Nothing has changed. You are still full of corruption and mistakes, still just as empty and neglected. You are damaged for the world to see. And you continue this pattern until you rot in the ground, leaving just as you came. Imperfect and alone. Meaningless and molded by Man.
*kd
Nov 2013 · 2.3k
Reach for Revolution
Sad Girl Nov 2013
This world is beautiful once we realize
that time and expectation
provide no limitations
on the people's adaptation
and the mental emancipation
within the growing nations
of enlightened pro-creations.
See, I believe,
that when I find my destination
- there will be no hesitation -
for I have that dedication.
I want to spread my thoughts,
wander off, take a vacation.
For now I'm sitting patient;
just posted here, at my station,
counting the small money I'm making,
constantly wishing and waiting
for one marvelous day when
someone else hears what I'm saying.

                    
                    11/25
                    2013 © (KD)
Oct 2013 · 1.7k
Me and no one
Sad Girl Oct 2013
How silly of me
to think that I'd see
a day of happy.

I don't know love
because there's no love
that's sent from above
just for me.

Does he see me?
Does he hear me?
No, that can't be.
For there's no we.

No one's grabbed me.
No one has me.
Forever to them
I belong.

But no one's listening,
so when I'm missing,
just know I'm wrapped
in no one's arms.

**k.d.
Oct 2013 · 2.3k
Shitty love letter~
Sad Girl Oct 2013
Of all the things that ****** me up,
I felt okay with you.
Of all the things I shouldn't say,
I miss you, yes I do.

I miss the way you made me cry,
I miss the way you'd hold me after.
I miss the way you hit me,
and I also miss your laughter.

I miss the times I'd cry on you,
which you would often let me do,
I miss the way you ****** me up.
I miss the life that I gave up.

I miss you hurting me,
So I wouldn't hurt myself.
I know that it sounds bad,
but without you I am sad.

Of all the things that ****** me up,
I knew, with you, I was in luck.
Nobody else will take me now,
and you're for sure to blame, somehow.

Of all of the things that ****** me up,
I miss you, yes it's true.
~*kd
Oct 2013 · 1.8k
Swallowed
Sad Girl Oct 2013
She locked herself away
Didn't give anyone a key
She never even said goodbye
and was swallowed by the sea

*k.d.
Sad Girl Sep 2013
I can’t wait until you realize
that nobody is ever going to love you
like I did and you have to cry over me
like I have over you for the past 8 years of my life.
I can’t wait to bring my significant other around you
while you pretend to ignore us as we kiss
and fool around under blankets.
I can’t wait to bring them to your house
and **** while you’re in the same room trying to sleep,
pretending to sleep, wishing you were dead.
I can’t wait until you lose your mind
and everyone looks at you like you’re crazy
as you explain how you love me and
you can’t do anything about it
even though I've told you that it’s never going to happen
because you aren't good enough.
I can’t wait to always look past you
as you do everything in your power to try and make me happy,
hook me up with your friends
and give me everything, but receive nothing.
I can’t wait until you beg me and I can be selfish
and make sure you’re giving me what I want,
neglecting your own needs, before I push you away
using “I’m tired” as an excuse.
I can’t wait until you are hurting yourself over me
and I have to tell you to stop, as if I give a ****,
while I continuously put you through pain.
I can’t wait until you drunkenly admit all of your feelings
and apologize for the mistakes of the past.
Even then, I’ll probably still love you, but I won’t give in.
You will never have me;
because the last time I lent you my heart, you ran with it.
I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.
And with no heart, I cannot forgive,
I can never be whole again.
I can’t wait for another chance in another life to break you, like you've broken me.

*k.d.
Aug 2013 · 1.8k
How are you?
Sad Girl Aug 2013
"How are you today?",  they so often say.
And "Fine." you respond; though, not feeling fond.
Why do we lie and not let people know
how dreary we feel as they come and they go?
If I were to answer politely one day,
"I'm feeling quite awful.", would you turn away?
I feel that some people would not want to stay,
so I must be careful of just what I say.
Aug 2013 · 2.1k
Inside My Sweater.
Sad Girl Aug 2013
Climb into my sweater please.  
Love me aloud
as you do in my dreams.
Make me giggle,
as well as moan & scream.
Aug 2013 · 2.2k
This is not a poem.
Sad Girl Aug 2013
I've been thinking, lately, I've been thinking a lot.
I don't want to be alive and I also don't want to die.
I'm just existing. No friends. No purpose. Nothing.
Just here. And this constantly bothers me because
everyone seems to have something or be doing something.
I feel constantly alone and while I'm alone I contemplate
doing the most rash and unreasonable things.
I'm scared for myself because I don't know exactly
what I am capable of when feeling this helpless.
I know I'll be getting into trouble sooner or later.
I just want to rush back to my old ways and say
**** recovery, because what has it done for me?
Caused me misery and allowed my mind to run
rampant with these awful thoughts. What would
you do in my position? I don't have money and no one
will hire me. I can't travel, I have no love life. I've lost
all of my friends and I can't quite pull myself together
on my own. I need help. What would you do?
This is not a poem. Just a stream of my thoughts.
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
I told her.
Sad Girl Aug 2013
I told my Mom some things today,
I wish I'd said another way.
They eat me up inside,
these things I'm forced to hide.
I told her how he makes me feel;
I told her just "what's the big deal?".
She didn't seem to notice
so I came right out and told her.

She didn't seem too happy,
she just kept talking at me.
I cannot stand another day,
I shouldn't have to live this way.
She needed to know how I feel.
I came right out and told her.
Aug 2013 · 2.5k
Define: Exquisite
Sad Girl Aug 2013
Exquisite things -to name a few-
All of the wonderful things that you do.
I'm saying it now, If you never knew;
I thank you for being exquisitely you.
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
Alone
Sad Girl Aug 2013
Nobody really listens,

because nobody really cares.

You tell people your problems,

but no ones ever there.
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
Tattered and Worn.
Sad Girl Aug 2013
I'm the unexpected orphan left on someone's doorstep.
I am the lost property that nobody wishes to claim.

I am that sad love story with tattered pages and water stains
that reside on the ground for everyone to see, but no one dare touch.
If anyone acknowledge my damage
they may be held accountable
or worse,
be forced to do something about it.

I didn't get this way on my own.
Love,
or a lack there of,
has done this to me.
Now I'm tattered and worn with nothing to show for it.

*kd
Aug 2013 · 1.8k
Pandora's Box
Sad Girl Aug 2013
My thoughts remain trapped here in my mind, like a box,
Pandora's Box.
We must be sure to never let them out.
They could ruin everything.
Can't you see them poisoning me?
Rotting my insides with doubt.

k.d.
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
6:48 AM
Sad Girl Aug 2013
Why?
My eyes are not tired.
My head is full of thoughts.
You haunt them.
And when I finally lie down to rest,
a solitary moment of peace before
you slip right back in.
I close my eyes and see you,
I dream you.
I wake and you remain
in the back of my mind.
I try to see you
and get you out of my system,
yet the memories replay.
Why,
at 6:49 do you still linger
here in my thoughts?
Let me be.
It's 6:50
I must be off to bed soon.
I'll see you there.
-*kd
Aug 2013 · 2.2k
Bassline
Sad Girl Aug 2013
In an unfamiliar place,
his lips bare familiar taste.
Reminiscent of a school crush or puppy love, though, I am having urges that are not fit for a child.
My heart is both playful and serious.
The bassline draws me in.
Pulls me closer.
I don't know where I'm going,
but I know that I will like it there.
Swaying.
Uncontrollably shaking,
yet floating,
as a feather.
My heart pounding.
The bassline forcing the blood to pump through me.
As I push forward,
the crowd begins to part.
My eyes are closed, but I feel the rhythm drag me between them.
I'm shy and want to run the other direction, but my body doesn't allow it.
I'm getting closer.
The butterflies dance inside of me.
Along with the bassline.
The heat is unbearable and I can't stand to hold my eyes shut anymore.
I open them.
The music fades.
I see him.
Inches from my face.
The familiar taste has left my lips.
I begin to realize that there is no music.
The bassline, indeed, is my heartbeat.
I haven't been dancing or floating.
People are brushing past us all around.
The crowd had not parted.
It was him that pulled me in.
I have barely moved.
The butterflies remained.
I let out a sigh and feel as though I'm falling.
It was but a kiss that spun my world.
This isn't puppy love at all.
This is passion.
The bassline is inside of me from my head to my toes.
The urges are real and not fit for a child.
I am ready.
I am in love.

**-kd
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
N e g l e c t e d C r i e s
Sad Girl Aug 2013
She said that it was nothing,
she told her she'd be fine.
But later; when approached,
breathless she was lying.

After all of the time
she'd noticed her crying;
she never once thought
that she contemplated dying.

Left with nothing but regret
over what she could have missed,
They placed her in her coffin
and she gave a goodbye kiss.

Her cries were all neglected,
so she ended her pain.
Leaving no chance for Mother
to neglect her child again.

k.d.
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
Wonderland
Sad Girl Aug 2013
It's like reaching out when there's nothing to clasp;
its like taking a breath that feels like your last.

Like leaping for something that's not really there,
or wanting to scream, when no one would care.

Like holding a hand that your eyes cannot see;
like being en-caged where they said you'd be free.

The sky is the limit, but I'm not that tall.
A confused little girl in this world feeling small.

No one to turn to, no where to stay;
My only way out seems so far away.

But I will get through this
And this too shall pass.
I tell myself this, then life spirals, I crash.

I'm just a girl, so your point I can't see.
Is it not possible;
that it's you not just me

-*kd

— The End —